He gulped. He apparently didn't see that one coming
"I mean," she continued. "I know you fucked me because you wanted revenge. But you haven't told me why you married me"
His eyebrows furrowed and his face contorted into a scowl. "It doesn't matter now"
"Yes it does!" She yelled at him. "I've always known you to be an eccentric person, Luke. Did you by any chance marry me because you want more sex?"
He lurched forward at her and she recoiled
"And if that's the case? What are you going to do about it?"
"So what am I to you, Luke?" She asked as her voice shook. "Your sex slave?"
"You're my wife!" He growled
"Bullshit!" She spat at him. "we both know that this isn't a real marriage, no?"
"What do you want from me, Allie?" He asked, frustrated
"The truth." she met his gaze with fiery eyes
"That has never existed between us, Allie" he scoffed
"What do you mean by that?"
"Okay, why don't you go first? Tell me why you ended our relationship, seven years ago"
She fell silent at the question. It was too shameful to reveal. She didn't want to reminisce on her cowardly behaviour that made her break up with Luke then. Even if she hadn't fallen for him at that time, she felt really bad for ending things with him so suddenly. She couldn't tell him that his mother's harsh truth and threats were all it took for her to dump him, seven years ago.
"Suddenly silent?" Luke barked out a humourless laughter. "I never knew you were such a damned hypocrite, Allie Garfield"
Ignoring the tinge of pleasure that rolled in her belly because he used his last name to address her, she glared hard at him.
"There's a fucking reason for it!" She bit out
"Then tell me!" He bellowed at her that it made her shake in fright.
"I can't" she whispered
"Wow, Allie! How very convenient for you! You ask me for the truth but yet, you can't even answer one touchy question"
"It's not that --" she began
"Why can't you tell me?" He barked. "I'm dying to know"
"I did it because I wasn't in love with you " she yelled, matching his voice
Her answer was met with a deafening silence. That wasn't the reason she broke up with him but it was a truth. She hadn't fallen in love with Luke then, she just decided to date him because he was quite persistent on hitting on her. She wanted to try with him and fall for him while they dated because she felt sure that she would.
"That's a lie" he said as he brought his face closer to hers. "I can tell through your eyes"
"You're right Luke" she finally said. "the truth has never existed between us and I don't think it ever will"
"Yes" he affirmed gruffly. "it never will. Only this will" he said and captured her lips in a fiery kiss.
Allie went back to taste that wickedly sensual mouth of his for herself and he reacted with flattering enthusiasm, pressing her back against the pillows and kissing her breathless, lean fingers sliding and curving his big hands to the swell of her full pale breasts, touching, smoothing, rolling and squeezing her achingly sensitive nipples, sending piercing shards of pleasure travelling straight to her pussy.
As he drove a thigh between her legs, pushing against the most sensitive spot of all, her entire body jackknifed upward, a muffled cry wrenched from her throat as the excitement rippling through her rose in a blinding, stabbing wave. His mouth travelled down the slope of her neck, kissing a path down to the erect buds, dallying there with lips and tongue and teeth until the breath was sobbing between her lips, and he crushed her mouth under his again, his tongue delving deep, twining with hers, only partially answering the desperate, fevered craving controlling her.
"You want me...so why don't you forget asking silly questions and relish what we have for eachother" Luke said as he savoured with satisfaction.
"You mean, the sex" she gasped, lost in those dark dramatic eyes gleaming with sparks of gold in the low light, marvelling that he felt the need to state the obvious, because who wouldn't want him? His eyes were absolutely beautiful, she acknowledged dizzily.
His sensual lips sought hers again as he whisked off her panties, pulling her onto his thighs as he threw back the duvet and settled her on the sheet. He gazed down at her with wondering thankfulness because she was full of passion just like him and it wasn't an act to impress him or even a ruse to take a photo of him, making him the boastful virtual equivalent of a show-and-tell. He smoothed hungrily grateful hands over her and she was perfect, a perfect doll as she lay there looking up at him with those wide-open cerulean-blue eyes, as clear as the Zenarian sky in summer, against her pale skin. He threaded long fingers through her wonderfully soft, silky ringlets and shifted down the bed to tug her to him and crush her luscious mouth under his again.
His hands wandering over her curvy bottom, pulling her to him, he rejoiced in her softness and smoothness and responsiveness as he slid down the bed to spread her thighs and assure that she got as much pleasure out of the encounter as he expected to. Startled by that move, scolding herself as the most appalling wave of awkward embarrassment washed over her, Allie threw her head back on the pillows and closed her eyes tight. If she didn't see what he was doing, it would be more bearable, more difficult to recall that he was looking at her...there.
Yet that first lick from his tongue over her pussy sent a wave of heat shooting through her as hot as a lava flow and every nerve ending she possessed screamed into immediate response. Nothing had ever felt that good, nothing had ever felt so necessary to her that if he had stopped, she would have screamed even louder in frustration.
Involuntarily one of her hands closed into his black hair and it was like thick silk between her fingers, and those eyes of his when he looked at her, yes, somehow her own eyes had opened, well, it was somehow the sexiest thing ever. Her extreme self-consciousness died away because she knew she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything and that there was nothing wrong with feeling how she was feeling. And finally, she relaxed, although possibly relaxed wasn't the right word to describe how exquisite sensation sent her a little crazy and out of control.
Her body took over without her volition, her hips rising in tune with a racy beat that was new to her, little shudders of reaction tingling through her from her pelvis. The shudders increased to a level of devastating pressure that tightened and tightened around her womb until she thought she would go insane. The ferocious need that clawed at her was unbearable and it tore breathless little whimpers from her throat until finally she reached a peak and it felt as though she were internally combusting with pleasure from the outside in, rippling pulsations of sheer delight shooting through her to leave her limp and no longer on what seemed to be the same planet. The total experience was infinitely more sensational then she had expected.
That was fortunate, she soon learned, because as Luke came over her—having reached for protection, she noted with relief—what followed was quite as enjoyable. She went from pliable to crazy with want as he nudged at her damp clitoris, easing in. As he groaned with apparent satisfaction at how tight he said she was, Allie was concentrating on the sweetness of sensation, and then he tilted up her hips and thrust deep into her wet pussy.
He found her ready, aching for him, and he plunged deep and she gasped in delight at the sheer rush of sensation flaring and flaming through her needy body. She wanted more and he gave her more until containing that pleasure became too much and she rose against him with a keening cry as sweet gratification flooded her in an unstoppable rush.
"Allie!" Luke groaned loud as a thundering orgasm hit him. He bucked and buried his head into Allie's neck, giving her a love bite.
Allie hugged him, savouring the feeling. They stayed like that for minutes until he eased out of her.
Sex was all she wanted, she told herself. Anything else wasn't going to take precedence in their marriage.